Things that go bump in the night

July 5, 2016

Dear Max

As I type this, you’re at a sleepover at your bestie Jonathan, and your sister is kicking me. I miss you when you’re not here, and it seems to get a little harder as you get older. I can’t quite explain it – maybe there’s more to miss, ie your age, personality, brain, rapport and communication. We regularly FaceTime each other when we’re not together, or send each other short messages (you’re *just* in grade one after all, and only starting to read/write) and emoticons. This is such a wonderful way to connect and catch up, and I guess I end up missing you a whole lot more.

Your sister is growing well and I’m feeling much more movement, especially at night. She’s still scheduled to be born on the same day as you, but lest anyone think that you’ll be “forgotten”, plans are underway for your party and your cake is being discussed (I’ve sent some Ghostbusters cake references to our favourite cake maker Candice. I’m still trying to work out where your Ghostbusters fascination has come from – you’ve never seen the movie). The LEGO presents have been decided on, and I’m trying my best to get ahead as September is full of birthdays for our fam. And let’s face it, it’s fairly easy to control and plan the things that I am able to control and plan, because from September, the unpredictable and uncontrollable will become even more so.

We’ve had a good dose of culture recently – we’ve seen Peter Pan Jnr at People’s Theatre, Disney on Ice, Shrek the Musical, Finding Dory and BFG, and I’ve absolutely enjoyed every single one with you. Along with the tens of snacks I’ve consumed during.

I’m feeling good, but have been a bit down and out this week with a cold and sinus stuff, and since I can’t have codeine and hot toddies, it’s taking a bit longer to get better. I haven’t exercised in a few days, nor have I been fully functional, ie up and about, and it’s crap. I hate feeling “feeble” and not amazing.